Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

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Why do those with such kind hearts made of the purest gold and generosity, always get tread upon and broken beyond repair by the heaviest and cruelest of shoes?

We're taught to give out of generosity to those whom are down and blue and in need of support- but those who are; normally take what you give, then beat you down and leave you with nothing left but dry, cracked words that barely make it to the tip of your tongue.

We then take slow steps and back away from those who we thought we trusted, with them soon becoming strangers all over again. We merge back into the silence and dark clouded thoughts that once shrouded our mind; before we then shut every ounce of surrounding humanity out.